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So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

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I decide to take a break. I wander over to the park by the Skurup Church. It’s beautiful there, flowers everywhere, kids playing. I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I see this kid with a kite. And not just any kite—a dragon kite. It’s soaring, and I’m like, “That’s awesome!” But then, the wind shifts. The kite crashes right into a tree. The kid starts crying. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s just a kite!” But I get it. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of epic fails.

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